#pressured me to sey it

[mynameisbillandimaheadcase]

:/

[itsbrucey]

hi its me cookies were mutuals now whoa

I have my eye on the prize babyyyyyyyyyy /j

No but I’ve actually been meaning to follow you but just like…forgot?? And I saw you occasionally on the feed so I kinda thought I did until I realized that the blue follow button was there for a reason.

I will be observing and documenting your behavior going forward. Welcome to the zoo /j /lh

[slytherinboysvip]

!Motorcycle rider bf¡ Theo Nott

(Nsfw! Your boyfriend Theo has a motorcycle now.. and a hot fucking helmet.) (helmet kink? lol idk) smut smut smut

Your boyfriend Theo didn’t have many outlets to get away from his thoughts, before it was smoking which he’s attempting to slow down on for you, occasional journaling not that he’d ever let you see that, and now his newest and most favorite hobby riding his motorcycle.

To be completely honest at first the idea terrified you, an angry Theo driving around on a motorcycle going any speed he pleased “Starò bene amore mio, tu sei il mio portafortuna”(ill be fine my love youre my good luck charm). You’d also be lying to yourself if you didn’t say he looked damn fucking good in his helmet. So good in fact that you needed him to fuck you in it.

It’s like his whole demeanor changes when he puts it on, you can’t see his face yet you know his beautiful sleepy eyes are looking directly at you underneath, yet all you see is his fit body and it just did something to you. It didn’t matter what he was wearing as long as that helmet was on his head you were drenched.

𓆙𓆙

The first time you rode on the back of his motorcycle was amazing. He bought you your own helmet “I had to get it for you baby it screamed you, and it gave an excuse to finally make you ride with me. Not that you haven’t done that before” He winked while putting it over your head. You were glad it was on so he couldn’t make fun of your profuse blushing but who cares it’s because of your hot boyfriend.

He put his helmet on and you nearly fell to your knees he looked so fucking hot. Without saying anything he lifted you up and onto the back of the bike and got on in front of you. “Can you hear me principessa?” You jumped hearing his deep voice in your ear “Yeah? how can I hear you Teddy?” You were so confused “I got mics duh, had to be able to hear my baby. Now hold onto my waist we’re gonna get going don’t let go.” His voice was demanding and you did as he said.

Wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, he grabbed your left hand and kissed it before putting it back down and kicking off, You didn’t expect it but the bumpiness of the road was doing something to you. You tried forgetting about it, it wasn’t happening, you weren’t getting turned on, but you were.

Your hands mindlessly wandered down onto your boyfriend’s crotch, rubbing slightly yet acting oblivious. “What do you think you’re doing there, hm?”. You almost forgot your boyfriend could hear you, “Nothingg, just resting my hands duh” You added some pressure and heard a small groan turning you on even more than before.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish doll” One of his hands came down and stopped your hands forcefully, a small moan escaping your mouth unwillingly. “My cute slut” He chuckled pulling your hands back up and going back to both hands steering.

𓆙𓆙

It has been long enough and you needed him to fuck you in the helmet. At this point all you had to do was tell him, of course he’d do it he does anything for you but the act of having to ask is so embarrassing, but its what has to be done for your own sake.

Reluctantly walking over to your boyfriend you quickly somewhat quietly expressed your feelings “Ireallyreallyneedyoutofuckmeinyourhelmetorilldie”. He looked at you with a confused look “Say that again but in actual words this time” He placed both hands onto your shoulders looking deep into your eyes, yet another weakness of yours. “I want you to fuck me in your helmet” You mumbled just enough for him to understand, trying to look away .

He chuckled before pulling your face to look him in the eyes again “il tuo desiderio è il mio comando, principessa” (your wish is my command princess). He got up and turned you around, “Keep those pretty little eyes of yours closed for a second”. You heard him walking away and did as he said before feeling a tap on your shoulder, “Turn around doll.”. Doing as he said you were greeted by a helmeted Theo, “Holy fuck you’re so hot”

“You know what you asked for, don’t waste time get on the bed for me slut”. You just nodded quickly before running for the bed and undressing. “Good girl, know just what to do for me. Get my pants down for me”. Pulling them down as much as you could you grabbed his growing dick and putting it into your mouth looking up at him from the bed, this entire view and situation made your pussy fucking drip.

You could hear his low groans coming from underneath the helmet and it was making you want more, “Please fuck me Teddy, please I fucking need it” You were looking up to your own reflection and seeing yourself covered in saliva because of this and made you feel something you never felt, you just wanted more. “Lay back then, I want you to fucking watch me.” He removed his shirt and holy shit he everything became even better. You definitely weren’t protesting this.

His rock hard abs, his throbbing big fucking dick and his helmeted head. He was like a god. Lining himself up to you he rammed deep inside making you give out a loud moan, his pace was immediately picking up hitting all the right places. His right hand came up to your pussy and he easily found your swollen clit begging for attention, he began swift circles over your clit with his thumb moving it side to side occasionally, It was already making you go over the edge. Everything about this moment was everything you needed.

Your pussy began clenching around his dick, your orgasm nearing and moans increasing, he kept his pace and underneath the helmet he was a mess, moaning and cursing because of how good your pussy felt. “è una bella merda, tesoro” (thats that good shit baby) He moaned deeply. Even though your legs were shaking and you couldn’t control your moans he kept going. Pace now increasing and still not leaving your clit alone. You were being so overstimulated but it never felt so fucking good.

He pulled out but before you could even say anything you were roughly flipped over onto your stomach and pulled back, legs reaching the floor lifting your ass up and slamming right back into your pussy. Screaming moan leaving your mouth “FUCK THEO MM”. Your screams only encouraging his behavior making him go even harder, hitting far and deep you were a mess and he was going feral.

He reached his hand forward grabbing onto your jaw shoving two of his fingers into your mouth yanking you back forcing you to arch, he leaned forward his helmet barley in view but enough for you to get turned on some more, his dick was driving you insane. “You’re so wet mm” he moaned “Fuck im gonna cum again Theo!!” You announced as you collapsed back down to the bed, nothing changing but him holding your hips up to continue fucking.

Your eyes were rolling back and you were feeling nothing but numb pleasure going dumb. “Cum for me good girl, mm fuck” “I love your pussy..” He stroked deeply “..and i love how much of a needy whore you are for me” He stroked harder and quicker “..and mm I fucking love.. filling you up” He moaned his last words feeling his cum shoot deep into your pussy unexpectedly making you moan. “Fuck theoo”.

He gently pulled out and spread your pussy lips watching intently as his thick white cum dripped out. Finally walking over to the side table and getting tissues to clean you off. “Now to take this off and get you properly cleaned up” He removed the helmet and he was sweating underneath which was also attractive to you. “Fuck it was hot in there but fuck that was hot” He laughed and you laughed along “That was definitely fucking hot. We need to do it again sometimee” You laughed again.

He lifted you off the bed and brought you into the bathroom sitting you down onto the toilet and starting up a warm bath “Any of your cute soaps today love?” He asked while looking through your box of bath bombs “Hmm, surprise me” You smiled at him and he went to looking. “This one’s perfect” He plopped in the only all black one that is definitely going to stain the tub.

He helped you into the bath and got into the shower next to you, being able to see him was funny but it’s just from the stomach up so it’s not much of a show. You sat there relaxing watching the water drip down his muscled back and felt content after that entire thing. This was most definitely needed.

Hopefully you enjoyed that<33 I know i’ve been gone for a bit but writes block LOL anywho im not sure how this is so lmk!!!

Masterlist

[kaiserio]

this is more fun - seishiro nagi

you wanted attention, nagi wanted to play his game. do you ask him for attention? no - you tease it out of him - and oh do you pay the price.

wc: 1.2k

cw: smut, afab reader, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm denial, porn with little plot, a lil bit fluffy ig, not proofread as usual sorry abt any mistakes! minors DNI

“god, you’re so fuckin’ wet y/n.” nagi groans into your neck, sloppily kissing your most sensitive spot while his long fingers pay attention to your pussy, gathering the slick from your needy slit before trailing it upwards to rub soft little circles around your clit.

your breath hitches in your throat and your hips involuntarily buck upwards in an attempt to seek more friction where you need it most.

“please, sei.” you manage to choke out. you’re not entirely sure what you’re pleading for, but one thing you do know is that you need more.

“this why you’re being so bratty, huh? you want me to fuck you?” he questions, pulling away from your neck for a second to admire the deep purple bruise he’s just marked you with. “you made me lose my game, you know.”

which is exactly how you ended up in this situation, pinned under your boyfriend with your pyjama shorts around your ankles and your vest thrown across the room. you’d decided that nagi had spent enough time on his game and it was time for him to pay some much needed attention to you. did you ask him to put his phone down? no, of course you didn’t. you lay beside him on the bed, huffed a little, teasingly pulled his hair a little, wiggled your way into his arms, stuck your hand into the waistline of his calvin kleins and - game over.

nagi watches intently as your face contorts as he dives his middle finger into your cunt to the knuckle, followed by his index finger, curling them upwards to meet that sweet spot that has you turning into a whimpering mess every damn time and stretching you out perfectly. it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. he lowers his head and catches your mouth with his in a filthily passionate kiss, biting down on your lower lip and letting his tongue explore your mouth while the lewd sounds of his fingers pummelling your pussy filled the otherwise quiet room.

the burning feeling deep in your core is intensifying, you screw your eyes closed tight and thrust your hips with nagi’s finger fucking, chasing your high. “sei” you moan, digging your nails deep into the skin of his back enticing a hiss from the back of his throat. “don’t stop,” you plead. “gonna cum.”

you hook your arms tight around nagi’s neck in preparation for your orgasm to hit you. just as the wave was about to crash, your boyfriend hums and pulls his fingers out of you. “what.. what are you doing?” you squeak out in a mix of surprise and disappointment.

nagi shifts his body over you, waist between your thighs, his hard cock pressing against your slit. he blinks down at your confused face before using his hand to tease your pussy with his tip, rubbing over your entrance before capturing in your needy hole.

his jaw ticks with restraint as he slowly pushes his way inside you, revelling in the the feeling of your hot, tight walls clamping down on his cock. “told ya,” he growls, lifting your right leg and hooking it over his shoulder. “y’made me lose my game.”

you open your mouth to give him a petty ass response, but nothing but a filthy gasp leaves your mouth as he roughly snaps his his against yours, bottoming out inside of you and moaning into the junction between your neck and shoulder.

nagi holds this position for a moment, both enjoying your warmth and trying not to come prematurely himself.

the ache in your gut from the denial of your last orgasm hasn’t lessened by much, if at all, and the pressure of nagi’s pelvic bone on your clit is only rapidly intensifying the burn.

you buck your hips against him, seeking more friction from the pressure - that’s when the rope snapped deep within you and you cum with a breathless cry.

nagi gasps and tenses, hands slamming down on either side of your head and you mercilessly contract and squeeze around his cock.

“damn it, you’re a -hah- you’re a fuckin’ brat y’know? you weren’t s’posed to cum til i tell you.” he growls from above you, before giving another singular rough thrust of his hips with a force that makes your tits bounce. “fuck you feel so good.”

“you feel good too, sei.” you drag your nails down his biceps. “you can make me cum again can’t you? wanna cum on your cock again.” you blink up at him innocently, which gains you a deep guttural groan in response, his cock twitching inside you.

with a mixture of your wet cunt engulfing his cock, and the challenge of your lewd words getting to his head, something in nagi seems to snap. he pulls your other leg over his shoulder and starts fucking you relentlessly into the mattress, his cock meeting that spot deep inside of you that makes your vision go fuzzy. the angle and placement of his hips presses your clit against him with every hard, rough thrust. it isn’t long before you’re spiralling into another orgasm, so much more intense than the previous. “oh- ffffuck, i’m cumming sei.” you squeal out as he continues pounding his hips into yours, fucking you through your orgasm as he chases his own release. “don’t stop until you fill me up, sei, keep fucking going - shit…”

“oh fuck, y/n, i’m… i’m gonna -“

nagi growls a strangled out jumble of “oh, shit”s and your name as he reaches his climax, thrusting into your perfect pussy one last time as deep as he can possibly go as he shoots thick ropes of cum inside of you. he lets your legs slide off of his shoulders and collapses on top of you, burying his face into your neck and massaging the muscles of your thighs to ease the stiffness of them being thrown over his shoulders for so long.

you run your hand through his soft messy hair, damp with sweat as you both catch your breaths, coming down from your highs, his cock still hard and plugging his cum inside of you.

“sorry for making you lose. on your game.” you break the silence, triggering nagi to lift his head from your neck to look at you. he’s gorgeous like this glowing and handsome above you, his hair damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead. his grey eyes are watery, with a couple of tears escaping down his cheeks, his eyelashes sticking together in clumps with those that were left unshed. all from how hard he came. the sight of him like this makes your heart race as you reach up to push his bangs out of his face, giggling at the strands sticking up in all different directions.

“hmm. you did make me lose didn’t you? you could’ve just asked me for my attention, you know. i would’ve listened.” nagi speaks softly.

“true, but you have to admit.. this was more fun.” you reply teasingly, as you cradle his face in your hands, him leaning into your touch for a second before his hips slowly roll against you and he bites on his bottom lip as you gasp. “seishiro?”

“can’t help it,” nagi says, dipping his head to kiss you once again. “i can’t get enough when you make me feel this good. and you’re right, this is more fun.”

note:

this is the first smut i’ve ever written 🫣 please mind any errors, and please feel free to request! i could do with the practise 🤭 thank you for reading 🩵

[txrully]

WATASHI NO AIDORU SAMA!

summary: IN WHICH BLLK BOYS DATE AN IDOL!

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, hiori yo, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, alexis ness.

warning: fem! reader implied

isagi yoichi

isagi is in awe of you. your determination, charm, and the way you captivate an audience—he’s lowkey your #1 fan. he’s also the boyfriend who overthinks everything. is he doing enough? are you eating properly? is his goodnight text too basic? but when you’re overwhelmed by the pressures of being an idol, he’s the one who brings you back down to earth with his soft smiles and reassuring words.

when he attends your concerts, he tries to keep a low profile, but the way he beams when you glance at him gives him away every time.

"yoichi, they caught you smiling like a lovesick puppy in the crowd."

"but you looked so cool up there! how could I not?!"

"next time, at least wear sunglasses."

"then how will you see me cheering for you?"

bachira meguru

bachira lives for the drama of dating you. the glitz and glam? he loves it. sneaking into your dressing room mid-rehearsal? absolutely. he thrives on making you laugh, especially when the idol world feels too suffocating. he even suggests the most ridiculous disguises when you want to go out, like matching frog hats or dressing up as old people.

he’s also not shy about flaunting your relationship, sending chaotic selfies to your fan club and saying, “aren’t we cute?” yeah, he’s banned from your socials now.

"bachira, stop posting pictures of us!"

"what? they love me. look, 10k likes already!"

"i will revoke your access to my phone."

"awwww :("

itoshi rin

rin doesn’t care about fame, but oh boy, he cares about you. the media knows him as the stoic, no-nonsense soccer prodigy, but behind closed doors, he’s your biggest supporter. he secretly streams your performances and even sets your songs as his alarm (though he’ll deny it if you ever find out). when you’re busy with schedules, rin shows his love in quiet ways—making sure you eat, sending random texts like, “don’t overwork yourself. i mean it.”

but paparazzi catching him sneaking into your concerts? yeah, that’s not part of his plan.

"you know they saw you, right?"

"tch. who cares?"

"rin, they’re calling you my biggest fanboy on twitter."

"...well, they’re not wrong."

nagi seishiro

nagi finds your idol schedule exhausting just hearing about it. but he loves you, so he makes the effort. he’s the type to show up to your rehearsals half-asleep, holding your favorite snacks. when you’re performing, though, he’s laser-focused, recording every moment because “you look cool up there.”

he also doesn’t get jealous often, but when a fanboy gets too enthusiastic, he’ll casually sling an arm around your shoulder and deadpan, “she’s taken.”

"sei, were you napping backstage?"

"mm. comfy couch."

"you’re unbelievable."

"but i got your favorite chips."

"...okay, forgiven."

mikage reo

reo is the ultimate boyfriend-slash-manager. need help with your contract? done. overwhelmed with schedules? he’s already booked a spa day for you. he’s your rock in the chaotic idol world, always reminding you that it’s okay to take a break.

he also spoils you shamelessly—designer dresses for red carpets, private dinners after concerts, and the fanciest bouquets delivered to your dressing room.

"reo, you didn’t have to buy out the whole bakery just because i said i liked their croissants."

"but you deserve the best."

"...i’m keeping the chocolate ones."

"all yours, my love."

chigiri hyoma

chigiri gets it. as someone constantly in the spotlight himself, he knows how draining it can be. he’s always there to hype you up, whether it’s helping you perfect a dance move or rehearsing lines for interviews. when you feel insecure, he’s the first to remind you of how talented and beautiful you are.

his favorite moments are when it’s just the two of you—no cameras, no fans, just quiet walks or lazy afternoons.

"hyo, do you think i’m doing okay?"

"you’re doing amazing. and even if the whole world doesn’t see it, i do."

"you’re too sweet."

"only for you."

hiori yo

hiori loves your passion for performing, but he worries about how much it takes out of you. he’s the type to leave little notes in your bag—"you’ve got this!" or "don’t forget to eat!"—and surprise you with coffee during long rehearsals.

he doesn’t love the spotlight, but for you? he’ll put up with it, even if it means sitting front-row at your concerts surrounded by screaming fans.

"yo, are you okay? you looked uncomfortable out there."

"yeah, i’m fine. just not used to being around so many people."

"next time, i’ll get you noise-canceling headphones."

"i’ll wear them if they have your voice recorded on loop."

shidou ryusei

shidou lives for the chaos of your idol life. paparazzi? fans? scandals? bring it on. he thrives on being the center of attention, especially when it involves you. he’s the boyfriend who gets caught sneaking onto stage mid-performance just to blow you a kiss.

he’s also fiercely protective, ready to throw hands with anyone who disrespects you. but when it’s just the two of you, he’s surprisingly soft, reminding you why you fell for him in the first place.

"ryu, you can’t just interrupt my concerts!"

"what? they loved it. besides, i missed you."

"you saw me five minutes ago!"

"five minutes too long."

itoshi sae

sae isn’t the best at expressing his feelings, but his actions speak volumes. he doesn’t show up to your events often, but when he does, it’s with flowers in hand and a rare smile just for you. he admires your dedication but worries you’re pushing yourself too hard.

he’s also your harshest yet most supportive critic, always giving honest feedback because he wants you to be your best.

"sae, was my performance okay?"

"it was good. but you can do better."

"...you could’ve just said you’re proud of me."

"i am. but you already knew that."

michael kaiser

kaiser adores the spotlight, and dating you? it only adds to his charm. he loves flaunting your relationship, whether it’s through matching outfits or casually mentioning you in interviews. he’s cocky, but his support is unwavering, always hyping you up like your personal cheerleader.

he’s also lowkey competitive, challenging you to see who can trend on social media first after a big event. spoiler: you always win.

"kaiser, stop refreshing twitter."

"i need to know if we’re trending."

"you’re ridiculous."

"ridiculously in love with you."

alexis ness

ness is the sweetest, most wholesome boyfriend. he’s constantly in awe of your talent and works hard to make you feel appreciated, from writing you letters to learning your favorite songs on the piano. he’s also your biggest fan, always gushing about you to anyone who’ll listen.

he gets flustered when fans recognize him as “your boyfriend” but secretly loves it.

"ness, are you blushing?"

"n-no! i just—your fans are so nice."

"you’re adorable."

"not as adorable as you."

© txrully :: 2024

do not copy, translate or plagiarize my works.

[naokyunnn]

“JUST THE TIP”

wherein nagi promised to only fuck his tip into you but failed to resist himself.

tags: adult nagi, big dick nagi, all consensual, breeding, raw sex (pls use condoms yall or any contraceptives :p ) written in all lowercase, kinda long. barely proofread….

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you’re in a good relationship with nagi, by means, good….. he wanted to know your boundaries and vice versa. sure the sexual talks comes around sometime and settled on taking things slow. make out session happens, dry humping, but it never crosses the line.

but now laying on a bed, with his elbow supporting his weight as you’re laid down to the soft pillows, he kissed you side ways with his other hand gripping slightly at the hair just above you nape, the make out session right now with nagi is something, its more hot and hungry, desperate like lips kissing around your neck and lips. “hmmhm….wanna fuck you sei…” you mewl.

“are you sure?” nagi asked as his head perked up, almost breathless from the make out session that you guys just had. “isn’t it kinda fast if we fuck right now?” he look up to your face to search for some answer through your expressions.

god…the way your brows are curling upwards, you mouth slightly open and your desperate eyes looking back at him. fuck. he cant hide the fact that he also just wanna fuck you.

“i want more of you sei…” nagi swear that those glassy eyes of yours can make everything possible. “we…— we shouldn’t…. i’ll finger you is that fine?” nagi is highly hesitant, he doesn’t wanna admit that yes, he would fuck you right here right now but he no— both of you promised to take things slow for now as both of you are hoping for a healthy relationship. “plus i don’t have any condoms with me right now….i didn’t know we would do it this fast”

you whined at his words “you can give me more sei, i swear it’s gonna be fine— just pull out?” you stay persistent, as you try to convince the snow white haired boy.

“[name] i don’t know baby…. this is not what we agreed on” he stoke your strands with his left hand as he told, looking at you softly. nagi felt a pressure of pang in his chest, he must resist the urge, this is for the both of you. he look at you softly as he waited for your response “alright sei…. i respect that but— incase you have a change of heart im all yours sei….i’ll let you do whatever you want” your words came out almost like a whisper with a hint of suggestiveness as you smirked.

“what if i told you im just lazy to rut my hips forward and backwards” nagi said in his usual tone with a sly grin on his face, his hands are making their way close to your core as they play on your waistband.

“then i’ll ride you….” you snicker, nagi shook his head playfully with a lopsided grin as his eyes are now fixed on your clothed core. “m’ just kidding y’know….im a man of my words” that’s what he said. “— and i’ll make you feel good….” he added as his hands are now under your underwear, middle finger slipping through the slit to feel your wetness.

“fuck— you’re so wet” he grunt as he continued to slide his finger through your slit. he’s not even doing much but you’re already moaning and getting even more wetter with just that. he smirked.

his ring finger and middle are now working together circling around your clit, he took away his gaze from his hands plays under those shorts, he turned to look at your face, your eyes are closed shut, brows slightly forming a frown with your mouth slightly parted letting all those pretty noise out. this is exactly how he wanted you to look like, how he wanted to see your face. his dick twitched by just looking at your face, “hmmng fuck….” he grunt to the painful throb in his pants.

“aaahh sei….” chants on his name came out of your mouth with your moans, he stopped circling on your clit and played with your entrance, with all this wetness his middle finger slides in easily, pumping it a few times. “f-fuck….” a breathy moan came out of you due to the feeling on his fingers inside you, curling just in the right spot.

his ring finger shortly followed as both of his fingers are now resting inside you. “hahh..fuck ‘ts just my fingers— you’re so tight…..how are you even gonna take my dick” nagi is in awe as your walls hug and squeeze around his fingers, despite the tightness he finally moved and fucked his fingers into you.

“mmfngggh sei—seishiro please i can take moree—ahh” he continued to hit that sweet spot in you, wanting to hear more and more of your cries.

“fuck- let me just— take this off” he stop for a second, pulling his fingers out of you and tug your short along with your underwear all the way down and threw it somewhere across the room. “let me see that pretty pussy” he switch his position to your front, standing in his knees, both of his hands holds on your knees as he spread it open. your slit slowly opening up for him, and your hole squeezing at nothing. fuck. fuck. fuck. he might just cum on the spot to this view, and your face, lewd expressions are over them while you hide it behind the back of your hands.

“s-sei….’ts embarrassing….” you whined, but deep down you’re liking his, and hoping he would just fuck you as you wish. “‘m’ sorry angel….i think im gonna have to break a promise with you” your expression lit up with his words, as his eyes are still fixed at your needy cunt.

“yes sei—yes please—” you reach your hand to your pussy lips and spread it open for him. nagi could have died when you did that. he bit his lip to resist all the sinful urge he has in mind.

“just the tip…..okay? and then that’s it” he mutter, already rethinking his decisions. “i’ll take what you offer sei….” you assured. it’s enough for nagi to disregard his clothes. he look back at you only to see your slightly horrified face. “what’s wrong angel?” he asked in concern.

“nothing….i didn’t expect your size….” you mutter, he chuckled at your comment. “still wanna do it?” he asked.

“less talk sei, please” you pulled him closer until the base of his shaft rest on your slit. the slight sensation made nagi grunt. he must resist.

“that’s dangerous” he warned, as you only giggled in response. he position the girth of his cock in your entrance, trying to get it in you “loosen up f’ me baby……that’s right…good—good girl” he cooes as his girth finally made it inside you.

“haahh~ sei….” you mewl to the stretch, but you wanted more. it hurts soo good. you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him more.

“[name] stop that or else im going to pull out” he removed your legs around his waist, as he pinned your hips down to stop you from moving too much. “hnngn but seeeii” you whined.

“no”

you let him thrust just his tip, you swear that it feels good but you need him to go deeper, “f-fuck sei…..i want more i want more” you chant, but nagi ignored your cries and continue to fuck just his tip in you “shit feels so good— fuck” he grunt.

nagi is trying is best, his really best to not push another inch in you. he shut his eyes as he grunt through every thrust. his dick feels like numbing, its too damn good, how your pussy swallow his girth, he knows he’s not gonna last long.

his thumb rub circles on your clit, driving you more into your orgasm, “g’nna cum angel— fuuuckk” he threw his head back as a breathy moan came out of his mouth.

as he felt his orgasm nearing he pulled just in time, his cum oozes on you pussy lips as he stroke his length through last drop of his cum— smearing on your pussy.

“sei—”

“i know…” he cuts you off, he knows that you’re gonna say you didn’t finish. his eyes are lock on your cum covered pussy. gosh….he find it so hot.

he found himself smearing the cum more on your pussy lips with the tip of his middle and ring finger. he knows that this is dangerous, if he don’t resist this can be bad.

he couldn’t. he pushed digits inside you as he’s pushing his cum into you. this is bad, he thought but he is not planning on stopping.

“yes….keep going sei….give it to me” you threw your head back in pleasure as you knew what exactly he is doing, you’re right after all, your sweet boy nagi couldn’t resist you.

“tell me….how you really want it” he said in low voice, those demanding eyes now looking at you “i want you so bad sei….please…i want all of you inside me let me feel it baby….please” nagi swears that it’s enough for him to give in.

his third finger enters you, stretching that pussy out for the better. your juices and his cum altogether made your pussy so wet that his fingers just slides easily. this is perfect, he thought.

he took out his fingers from your aching pussy and repositioned his heavy dick on your entrance, he thrust in one go, all of it.

“ahhh fuck—sei nngh” you mewl at the sudden stretch, you feel so full but it feel so fucking good. nagi let out a groan as your wet, warm, spongy walls hugs his length.

“ahh fuck—you’re so— hhgn” he couldn’t even hold back his own noise. he didn’t waste any second to ram inside you, he made sure to bottom out every thrust to reach the spot where you wanted it to hit the most

“seeeeei—aahh fuck—ing slow d—hhaah” the impact of his hips ramming against your skin made it impossible for you to form any words.

“less talk—haaah— just moan f’me angel….you asked for it remember?” there’s full of smugness in his voice that you could only cry in response, he hold one ofyour thighs and hooked in on his shoulders.

“aahh…fuckk—ahh” he groans as his eyes are now fixed on your messy wet cunt swallowing him whole as your cream crowns around his shaft, it turns him even more to the thought of your pussy won’t be the same anymore after this, the shape of his dick is carved in this pussy, your cunt will only remember the way his dick stretching you out, that no guy will ever top this experience from you.

the wild thoughts are not really helping as he is only getting closer to his high.

he rubs circles on your clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to help you cum with him.

“hah—sei—seishiro….” you squeezed your eyes shut as you’re nearing to your orgasm “m’ gonna cum—sei…”

“me too—haah—close” he leaned down, pressing your knees to your chest as his thrust went a bit faster, his lower stomach stimulating your clit with every harsh contact. you reached down to rub circles on your clit but you didn’t really last long, you came hard, gushing around nagi’s dick.

nagi didn’t stop thrusting his hips as he filled you up with his cum, he let out a loud moan, almost like a whimper.

“aaaah fuck— [name]” he flops himself above you, breathing heavy against your neck as you feel his skin sticky from the sweat.

“s-sei—can’t breathe get off” you protest as you tried to shove him off. “how rude m’tired i made you feel good c’mon and baby me” he pout as he lift his weight a bit to give you some air.

nagi smiled down to your fucked out face, mind you, his now soft dick is still inside you but seeing you all fucked out, hair strands sticking from the sweat of your forehead, half lidded eyes looking back at him and breathing heavily, man’s bricked up again “stupid sei….did you just got hard again?” you slapped his face playfully, nagi could only respond to this with a chuckle.

“what a pain….your face turn me on now this is bad” he responded with his usual lazy tone. he pushed his hips forward with a playful smile on his face, “seishiro” you warned. “this is exactly why i didn’t wanna go all the way y’know….im gonna get addicted now, i will be fucking you to the kitchen, to the bathroom, in the living room, on the balcony—”

“sei!” you slapped his side arms with a laugh to his exaggeration, he chuckled along you and finally decided to pull out from your cunt.

only—

only to get hard once again, as he watches his cum oozed out of your pussy.

“uh oh” you mutter as you watch his dick stand straight up against his stomach again.

“angel….can you go for another around?”

[satrs]

ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏʏ!

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ saw that one edit on tiktok the other day and man... I just have to do this (idk abt the wordcount I just wrote this with my kitty and yeah, This happened)

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; needy guys and their dom gf!

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; ISAGI YOICHI. ITOSHI RIN. NAGI SEISHIRO. SHIDOU RYUSEI. dom!fem!reader.

TAGS; subby guysss. dirty talk. thighjob. overstim. nicknames(mommy, baby, good boy, bad boy, whore, brat). bondage. cumming in pants. dry humping.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+(proplayers)!

ISAGI YOICHI.

He was in a fit of complete bliss and tantalizing pleasure, hips stuttering with every stroke through your plush thighs. "I wanna' cum. Pleasepleaseplease let me cum."

You looked up at his vulnerable form, his cheeks dusted in a pink cloud of blush and his hair all over the place, mouth agape with his tongue pocking at his lips. "Please."

Your hand reached up to caress his cheek, cooing at the man above you. "I'm not holding you, go ahead." He let out a sigh in relief, his hips beginning to stutter and falling out of rhythm, head falling forward. "But if you do," His head snapped to your face in shock once you sneaked your hand around his neck to pull him to your level, "I'll ride you until you pass out."

He yelped, so close to his release, trying to contain himself with his eyes shut, biting his lip. "Good job. Just a little more and you'll get to cum." You clenched your thighs around his sensitive cock, robbing another cry of pleasure from him.

A meal flew past his lips at your words because he knew that was a lie. Your teasing smirk was only proof of that.

ITOSHI RIN.

"Say it." His ego was still having the upper hand, way too prideful to submit to you. "You think it's smart to act like a brat now?" Your clothed cunt grinding against his painfully hard cock as he tries his best to not fall into your sinful antics.

"Well, if you're acting all petty, then you won't mind if we stop right here, right?" This made his eyes widen once you slowly retreaded away from him and a low mewl escape his lips, his tongue clicking in defeat as he swallowed his pride, whispering in a low voice. "Please, make me cum."

"That's more like it." The sinister grin on your face showed no good, your hips back on his as you grind more firmly on him, the friction the both of you receive from it pulling moans and groans from you.

"Fuck." Rin's head fell back, nearing his release. "Let me cum inside. Please." The grin on our face only grew, your movements increasing as you felt his cock twitching through the fabric of clothes. "Nuh, uh. Only good boys get to have what they ask for." you leaned down, lips attacking his neck as you let your fangs graze his skin, "But bad boys just take what they get."

Your movements increased, pressure on his cock growing as he panted heavily, your clothed cunt rubbing against him so deliciously that he can't help but cum into his pants with a loud cry, embarrassment soon washing over him.

"Now what boy do you think you are, Rinnie?"

NAGI SEISHIRO.

"Shhh, Sei'. I thought you’d stay quiet? How come you're still so vocal?" Your teasing voice went straight to his dick, aching length twitching in your hold as you tightened your fist right under his tip, capturing the leaking pre with your thumb. "Did you lie to me?"

His eyes snapped open, moans interrupting him from speaking properly. "N-no! You're just- fuckkk teasing." You grinned as you popped his tip into your mouth, tongue twirling around it. "I'm teasing you? You're so mean. I just want to help, and you repay me like this?"

He shook his head in disapproval, moans growing in volume as your movements increased, the other hand fondling his balls. "I-I'm so-sorry. No more, please, don't wanna' cum yet."

"Look! You even got requests now." you mocked him, chuckling as his dick twitched in your hold, first spurts of his cum already leaking from his tip. "You'll take what I fucking give you,"

He unraveled underneath you, moaning mess as you continued stroking his dick, his cum now serving as a lubricant. "Do you understand?"

His thighs shook in overstimulation as he threw his head back, the thought of sleep now fully leaving his mind as he frantically nodded as an answer.

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

His cock twitched alive once you got on his lap, tying up his hands above his head, bottom lip captured between his lip once you aline his angry tip to your entrance, mind spinning once your walls hugged his entire length.

" I can't take it anymore, I need to touch you, baby." You ignored him struggling with the restraints around his wrist, tied to the bed, his hips stuttering up into yours at your torturous slow speed.

You had to bite back a laugh at the young man's pleas, changing your slow bouncing to steady grinding, humming in pleasure at the feeling of his mushroom tip nudging your cervix. "Liar." Your hand harshly took his chin in hand, your rough movements causing a shameless moan to leave his lips, brows wrinkling in pleasure.

His whine was answer enough for you, your hand sneaking down to clasp around his neck. "You love this. Don't lie to me. You love it when I treat you like the bitch in heat you are." Oh, yes, he did.

He loved it. He loved it all. From the way your tender fingers roughly grabbed him by the throat, to the way you would milk him dry until he didn't know what's right and wrong anymore.

"Already too fucked out to answer me, Ryu'?" This snapped him back into reality, eyes appearing from behind his sockets again, panting as sweat formed on his forehead from the way your hips moved on top of him just right.

"Y-yes, love it- fuck! Love it when you're rough with me."

©︎𝙎𝘼����𝙍𝙎. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

Another tumblr exclusive fic! It's another Vilain AU one-shot set between Yang and Lilou (Cole, he's just called Lilou for plot/lore reasons). For some added context for anyone who knows a bit about the AU and that Lilou is a ghost, this is set after a revival so he's alive ^^

Heavy warning for strangulation/choking, violence, and abuse again on this one. It's hurt/no-comfort, so mind the warnings please.

Fic under cut!

Lilou had spent a lot of his life with a hand around his neck. A bruising grip, pressing in until there were dark marks along his neck, in the shape of a hand like a collar reminding him of his place. He’d spent a lot of his life short of breath, wheezing out pleas and cries, lungs nearly bursting with strain, pushing against his ghostly ribs like a warning. He wasn’t ghostly anymore, and he’d fought to break away from collars, but apparently some things never change.

Yang squeezed harder, dragging a choked sound out of Lilou. He regarded him coldly, looking down like he was looking down at an infestation of pests and bugs, something disgusting. Lilou was on his back, hands weakly clawing at Yang’s wrists, legs kicking out uselessly. Yang knelt on him, one of his knees in Lilou’s gut to keep him down. It wasn't like Lilou could fight back, he was wracked with sickness and weakness, struggling to adjust to the reality of simply existing. He felt so dizzy, from fever and asphyxiation.

Yang’s hair was down today, falling over his shoulders, brushing along Lilou’s face from where he leaned over. It was like a curtain, forcing Lilou to look up, in his eyes. It was always like that, he’d never let Lilou look away from him. He wanted to see the submission in his eyes, see him give into the pain. 

Yang relieved some of the pressure and watched as Lilou gasped and withered, gagging on the air. His face was flushed an angry red, tears gathered in his eyes. Spit dribbled down his chin and he’d never felt more pathetic than he did in this moment. He let out a cut off, ragged sob when Yang’s hands tightened again, his fingernails digging back into the skin. Yang had been at this for the better part of an hour,  choking just enough to make his vision go black and then suddenly letting him breath, repeating the cycle over and over again.

Lilou wheezed out a noise, back arching trying to push Yang off but it was useless. Yang refused to budge, only slamming his knee sharply down into Lilou’s stomach. Lilou cried out, gagging on his sob. He bursted into tears, eyes squeezing shut. Yang kept his knee there, it hurt. Lilou felt like his organs were going to flatten out. He was going to die like this, he – he didn’t wanna die like this. He clawed at Yang’s wrist, nails scratching angry lines into his skin panickedly.

He choked out Yang’s name, begging, spit flying out of his mouth. His legs were frantically kicking. The hands tightened and his breath died.

“That’s not what you call me,” Yang said, looking as apathetic as ever, as if he wasn’t choking the life out of the man under him. “What do you call me?”

Lilou’s vision was going dark, his hands weakening on Yang’s wrists, his cries going thin. Yang pulled him up slightly by the neck and then slammed him back down. 

“What do you call me?”

“S-sen–” Lilou gasped, voice barely audible, “s-sen-sei.”

Yang kept the pressure up for another moment, squeezing harder one last time before letting go entirely and pulling his knee out of his stomach. Lilou gasped sharply, turning on his side to heave and gag, his breathing was ugly and wheezing. It sounded like it hurt. 

He curled into a ball on his knees, one arm wrapping around his stomach, the one holding him up flat on the ground. He heaved, bile coming up his throat, thank First Master he didn’t eat today. He sobbed, his chest was going to implode, and his stomach hurt so bad. 

There was a circle of angry purple and black bruises on his neck, deep points in the shape of fingers. There were angry, red crescents from Yang’s nails. It wasn’t the only marks Yang had left on him, just the ones from the day. One of Lilou’s eyes was nearly swelled closed, puffy and dark purple, the whites of his eyes red and yellow. His face had a red mark from the previous day in the shape of his hand. His wrists and ankles were battered, and that's not accounting for everything hidden under his dirty clothes. 

Lilou sobbed violently, collapsing onto his elbows. Spit was covering the lower half of his face, tears mixing in. He flinched and made some terrified noise when Yang stepped forward. 

For someone so large, he looked so small there on his knees, collapsed over. 

“S-stop,” he cried, wrapping his arms around his stomach in some instinctual urge to protect his internal organs. 

Yang raised his foot and kicked hard between his shoulder blades. Lilou made a half audible scream, blubbering out pleas. His vision was blurring, everything seemed to be in threes, his head felt hot. 

Yang kept his foot on his back, forcing him down until Lilou’s forehead touched the ground. He kept him there, refusing to let him sit up.

“Child,” Yang said, Lilou wasn’t a child anymore, he hadn’t been for two centuries, “tell me, what did you do wrong?”

Lilou didn’t have an answer, he just whimpered, struggling not to retch. His throat hurt.

“Tell me before I break that other eye of yours.”

Lilou burst into blabber, stuttering and crying. He struggled to get his mouth to work, tongue seeming thick and heavy. What did he do – what did he do wrong — ?

“I–I,” he rasped, “diso-disobedient.” 

“Wrong,” Yang said, digging in his heels. His arms were folded behind him. Lilou's eyes flitted around, he was hyperventilating. He was going to pass out.

He tried again, and then again, growing more and more panicked when each answer was wrong. Finally, Yang seemed to grow impatient.

“You ran away! Killed me! Tricked me!” He bellowed viciously, slamming his foot down with each word, “you killed your sensei, Cole!”

Lilou’s sobs cracked.

“A new name doesn’t free you, Cole! You became my student forever the minute you died in my temple!”

He leaned down to fist Lilou’s hair, dragging him up, ignoring Lilou’s cry.

“You won’t ever get away from me!”

He tossed Lilou down again, to the side. Lilou hit the ground, his head bouncing on it painfully. He gasped once, and then didn’t move. 

Yang stood there silently for a moment. He stared down, eyes heavy. He tracked the uneven rise and fall of Lilou’s chest. Alive, then. Good, he looked away, and then walked away. He left Lilou sprawled on the ground, passed out. 

Like he always did.

[ghulehunknown]

La Notte del Vampiro

Vampire!Terzo x F!Reader

The HALLOWEEN edition of KINKTOBER is here! 🎃👻🧛

**WARNING - EXPLICIT, NSFW**

Also available on AO3!

Summary: Your beloved Papa is a vampire and he has an interesting craving…

CW/Tags: AFAB reader, choking, oral sex (cunnilingus), period sex (P in V), implied unprotected sex, lightly mentioned breeding kink, biting, blood sucking

Word Count: 960

After finishing up your duties for the day, you return back to your room, where a note and a single rose await you on your bed. The note reads, “I know what time it is. Come to me this evening. -T”

You start to wonder how he could possibly know your body better than you, but then you realize - of course he’d know.

The next moments are a blur, almost as if by magic you’ve been transported into his bedroom.

He’s close to your neck now, breathing heavily. He slams into you with a fiery force you had never seen in him before. He’s holding onto the headboard with one hand, gripping your throat with the other. He applies the lightest pressure on your windpipe with his thumb, eyes closed, panting heavily. His cock quivers inside you as you wrap your legs around him, pulling him in closer.

“Sorella, I am afraid I will not last long if you keep that up,” he says, panting.

You look up at him with a coy smile and a twinkle in your eyes.

He straightens up. “I want you to have a good time,” he says, a devilish look in his eyes. “And how can you enjoy yourself when I am out like a snuffed out candle?” His brow is furrowed this time, lost in thought. His pace is slower, savoring each time he pulls out and pushes back in.

“I am,” you assure him, caressing his jaw and turning his face to yours. You look into his eyes, the white iris piercing into you like a white-hot flame.

He pulls almost all the way out of you, slowly moving out and you can feel every inch of him. He looks down at his cock, bright red with fresh blood from your menstruation.

He mutters sultry Italian filth under his breath and places both hands on the headboard, looking down at you. “Knowing I could just - ” he begins but cuts himself off.

“Hm?” you urge.

He runs his hand down your throat, down your chest, tracing the middle of your sternum, before reaching your abdomen and gingerly placing his hand there. “I suppose it…drives me wild, signorina, seeing you so fertile and ready for me.”

You grab his waist and pull him forward, sliding him back inside you slowly. His eyes close and he exhales. He pushes your legs apart again and holds onto your knees, entering you slowly then thrusts his hips faster.

“I am ready for you, Terzo,” you sigh.

“I could take you,” he says, grinding into you shallowly.

You nod your head, simply mesmerized by how well he fills you.

“I could fucking take you right now,” he says, leaning into you and thrusting faster. He grazes his sharp fangs over the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers up and down your spine. He’s so close…he could drink you dry, or turn you.

He’s face-to-face with you now, moaning into your ear and bringing his lips close to your neck again and baring his teeth. His breath is hot and heavy, leaving a wet spot of saliva in your hair. He’s desperately clutching at your breasts and kissing your face, your neck, your shoulder. Each time you think he’ll bite, he hesitates.

He pulls out, bringing with him a mixture of your cum and his and your blood pooling at your entrance. Almost instinctively, he fingers the ruby red substance and slides it up your inner folds. He’s painting long, delicate strokes along your folds, just stopping short of your sensitive bud. He looks up at you and says, “Sei comodo?” You nod in response, longing for him to continue.

He kisses your inner thighs while waiting for you to clear your throat and answer “Yes, Papa.” In between the kisses, he gently bites into your skin along your thighs, each time less painful than the previous. Your heart jumps each time his fangs sink into your supple flesh. He kisses you sweetly again before moving towards your center.

He slides his tongue in between your folds, gingerly entering at first, then ravenously devours up the blood from your core. As he slides his tongue up and down, your back arches, shuddering each time he flicks his tongue against your clit. He pushes your legs against your chest, pressing his face against you deeper, lapping at your entrance, thirsty for more and moaning - he’s enjoying this almost more than you.

You cry out his name as he sucks at your clit, giving it more attention now that he’s eaten you out of all your blood. He’s worked you up all evening, and you’re almost ready to - oh fuck! He holds your hips firmly as your whole body begins to shake. You can feel his incisors graze against your skin as your hips buck against his face but he doesn’t let up his determination to give you the most intense orgasm.

He emerges from between your legs, almost as if he’s floating above you. He wears a grin on his face with blood stains around his mouth, smearing with his Papal paints. He slithers up next to you, his head now in the crook of your neck. Once again you have goosebumps and shivers running up and down your body.

“Sorella, you taste divine,” he growls into your ear. “I must have more.” In one swift motion he sinks his teeth into your warm neck, the pain sending shockwaves to your nervous system. Instinctively, you start to pull away and push against Terzo but his grip is stronger.

Your pain soon turns into pleasure, and you want to return his favor. Your body relaxes in his arms, no longer fighting this.

He’s sucked your cunt dry, and now he wants more.

Italian to English Translations

- La Notte del Vampiro (Night of the Vampire)

- Sorella (Sister (nun))

- signorina (lady/miss)

- Sei comodo? (Are you comfortable?)

[heavenlyakin]

unread - mikage reo x fem!reader

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: porn with little plot, fem!reader, possessive reo, fingering, degradation (calls you a whore once, but it’s hot I swear), thigh riding (kinda), use of “baby and pretty girl”.

Another ding on your phone irritates Reo. He looks over, a scowl on his face while you smile and giggle at the text you just received. You see the irritation on his face but ignore it. He’s been on edge lately, so you’re not even certain it’s directed at you. 

“What are you smiling at?�� Reo asks, irritation clear as day in his voice. 

Ah, so he was irritated at you. 

“Sei just sent me a picture of the cat his girlfriend just got.” You emphasize girlfriend, knowing Reo is acting ridiculous for no reason. You flip your phone around to show him. 

“Whatever,” he turns back to watch the tape he brought home of his next opponent. 

You giggle again, Sei sent another cute picture of the kitten sleeping on his lap. 

“What now?” Reo rolls his eyes, grabbing the phone from you. You push yourself up from your position on the couch, resting on your elbows. “Oh, I see.” He tosses it back, his face still full of irritation. 

“Reo,” you scold, pushing his shoulder with your foot. “Stop being like this.” You nudge him again and he grabs your ankle with his strong hand. 

“Stop pushing me,” his glare is intense, his eyes nearly burning a hole into your head. “You’re really pushing all my buttons today, —--,” he says, his voice scarily calm. 

You pull your ankle away, raising your knees up and scooting back on the couch so your back is against the armrest. “What's your problem?” 

He turns, his hands pressing into the couch cushion before you, his body facing you completely. “I just think you’ve forgotten who you belong to is all,” his voice suddenly dripping with lust. 

You shiver, your toes curling in the frilly white knee-high socks Reo got you the last time you went shopping. You drop your phone on the coffee table in front of the couch, not caring about anything else on it now. 

“Are you really jealous of your best friend texting me?” You tease, parting your knees as his hands slide down the inside of your thighs. You shiver again as his hands brush the soft fabric of your shorts covering your pelvis and upper thighs.

“Why wouldn’t I be? Someone as pretty as you is sure to interest any man she wants, especially Sei. He likes pretty things, just like I do.” He presses a kiss to your right knee. “I just have to remind you that you belong to me.” 

“Oh?” You raise your eyebrows as he smiles at you, humming a yes in response. “Reo, what are you thinking?” 

He doesn’t answer you, instead, he uses his right hand to tease your cunt through your shorts. He applied just enough pressure to make you whimper but not enough to fully pleasure you. 

“Reo,” you whine, pushing down towards him to force more pleasure. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” he moves so he’s hovering over you now from between your legs. Removing his hand he replaces it with this muscular thigh, pressing down on you with just enough pressure to drive you wild. 

“Reo, don’t tease! Please!” You begin grinding against his thigh. 

“What a cute rhyme,” he leans down, whispering against your ear. “I’m not even teasing you. You’re the one grinding against me like a desperate whore.” 

Your whole body heats up, your thighs squeezing around his. “Reo,” his name comes out more like a whine than a statement. 

“Beg,” he orders. 

“Please,” you whimper, pulling him closer by his shirt, wrinkling the white dress shirt he came home in after having dinner with his coach and teammates. “I need you,” just as you speak the last word, your phone buzzes again. 

Out of instinct, you look in its direction. 

“So disappointing,” he sighs. “I thought you needed me, not my best friend…” 

“Reo, I swear I just need-” 

He cuts you off with a deep kiss, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. You relax into the couch, your body melting at his touch. You squeeze his shirt more, pulling him against your body. His thigh digs into your clothed cunt more, making you moan against his lip. 

“I like that sound,” he praises, nipping at your ear and then kissing your neck. “Make it again,” he says, slipping his fingers down your shorts and parting your lips with them. He strokes your clit gently, his fingers just barely grazing the sensitive bud. 

You moan again, breathier this time and timider. 

“Oh, I know you’re louder than that.” He slowly inserts his middle finger into you, your walls clenching around him. This time you moan louder. “Just like that, baby,” he whispers, kissing your temple. 

Slowly, he starts to pump his finger in and out of you, making your mind go hazy. The only thought you can manage is to beg for more. After a few minutes, he gives in, fucking another finger into your wet cunt. 

“That’s it, baby, take my fingers like the good girl you are.” He smiles against your lips as he kisses you, stealing away what little breath you have. “Tell me who you belong to, baby. Who’s treasure are you?” 

“All yours, Reo,” you slur your words, so focused on the impending climax that you can barely focus on what he’s saying; just the movements of his fingers fucking you. 

“Didn’t hear that,” he stifles a laugh. “Tell me,” he demands. 

“Yours! All yours, Reo!” You moan it out, nearly yelling and praying that your neighbors aren’t home or in the hallway outside the door of your apartment. 

“That's it, now cum for me, pretty girl.” He kisses your lips gently, then bites down on your bottom lip, making you cry out. 

You feel like you combust, cumming around his fingers. Your walls spasm around his fingers as he continues to pump them into you. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back, hanging halfway off the couch armrest. 

“Reo,” you breathe, “oh fuck, Reo.” 

He laughs, pulling his fingers out from your shorts. “Look,” he says. 

You sit up, noticing the wet stain on your shorts. “Shut up,” you laugh, tossing the closest pillow to you at him. 

“That’s all I get for giving you this mind-blowing orgasm?” He huffs, feigning hurt. “Wow!” 

You go to throw another, but a knock at the door stops you. “Hey, open up. I can hear you talking,” one voice chirps through the door. 

 “And moaning,” another voice chimes in. 

“Fuck,” he pales, “I forgot I invited some of the guys over. 

“Reo, I swear to god-” you stop yourself and instead get up to run to the bedroom, hiding the embarrassment on your face. 

He never forgets stuff like this, he obviously needed an audience for tonight to perk himself up. While you want to be mad about it, you find yourself smiling at the entire situation.

[burningcheese-merchant]

- key itsme Brazilian anonymous again, sorry I promise this will be the last message (it's a continuation of the last one): -bother her, just take a look, seriously , her feature is amazing, AND SHE DRAWS BURNING WITH FOUR ARMS, SHE DRAWS BURNING WITH FOUR ARMS) please help this fan in need to get art of burnt cheese from her favorite artist (obviously no pressure, I really love this ship). If you don't want to, I understand!To avoid discomfort for you, I will just say her profile name ifouwant

Não esquenta não, sei falar português kkk pode ficar tranquilo e conversar comigo direito, não tem problema

Primeira coisa, antes de qualquer outra: muito obrigado por ler os meus fanfics! Fico super feliz de saber que tanta gente gosta e aproveita deles, ainda mais gente de outros países. Sabe que já veio até gente da România e da Rússia falar pra mim que gostam das coisas que escrevo? Nunca imaginei que minha vida ia acabar sendo assim kkk. Pode ficar empolgada pq vai ter mais fanfics no futuro sem falta

Então. Vc quer que vou lá no BlueSky pra olhar essa artista aí? Fala aí o nome dela, agora fiquei curiosa kkk. Ela também gosta de BurningCheese? Ela me conhece por acaso? Me dá alegria extra quando vejo q tenho fã q é artista, não sei desenhar apesar de sempre ter querida aprender e é por isso que escrevo tanto. Não tenho outro jeito de dar vida pras minhas idéias, sabe? Então eu dependo dos outros pra desenharem as coisas pra mim kkk quem sabe um dia eu paro de ser otária e aprendo, daí vou por desenho junto com meus fanfics

E outra coisa... quatro braços? Só quatro? Mostraram ele com seis, cadê os outros dois? Vamos láááááá imagina ele passando todas essas mãos nela, seis é melhor q quatro, não deixa ela só com quatro não 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[literaryfandomangel]

The Promise - Chapter Twenty

My heart was pounding with nervous excitement as I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room. The makeup I had painstakingly applied seemed garish and overdone, and I worried that I looked more like a clown than the effortlessly cool look I had been aiming for. Just as I was about to dash to the bathroom to start over, the rumble of the guys' motorcycles filled the air, signaling their arrival in the driveway. At that moment, my self-doubt intensified, threatening to overshadow my anticipation.

As I realized I was running out of time, I felt the pressure of not wanting to keep them waiting. I paused to take a deep breath, studying my reflection in the mirror. Marko's encouraging words echoed, but I couldn't shake the tension. After inhaling deeply, I finally decided to go and greet them. It was a decision made with a mix of determination and self-doubt, a battle between my desire to please and my fear of judgment.

“You better treat her properly!” Sam's voice echoed through the hallway as I approached the stairs. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his attempt to deepen his voice and sound more mature. As I began my descent, the attention of everyone in the room shifted towards me. Standing at the foot of the stairs, I could feel their gazes piercing through me, stripping away my confidence and leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.

I fidgeted nervously, my hands trembling and my heart racing. Feeling incredibly uncomfortable and vulnerable, I teetered on the brink of tears. It was abundantly clear that my outfit was wrong, and my makeup seemed entirely off. I couldn't understand why I had even bothered trying to look presentable.

“I’ll go change,” my voice was barely a whisper as I turned to ascend the stairway once more, my self-doubt palpable. 

“No!” David’s voice was sharp and commanding as he protested my actions. “You look stunning.”

“Mesmerizing,” Dwayne’s deep voice rumbled. I looked back at the four men taking me on a date. “We’ve forgotten how to speak.”

“Quel vestito e incantevole,” Marko’s green eyes smoldered as he spoke Italian, seemingly forgetting that he wasn’t speaking English. “Sei uno  schianto, tesoro.”

“You are beautiful, babe!” Paul suggestively licked at his lips. I blushed, looking down after all their compliments. 

“Have fun!” Grandpa winked at me before sliding an arm around my body. He guided me to the four men who couldn’t take their eyes off me. “Have her back before 2 AM, boys.”

“Yes, sir!” David gave a silent nod before gently placing his gloved hand on the small of my back, guiding me out into the crisp, chilly night. The faint chill in the air hinted at the approaching end of summer while the stars shimmered and twinkled above us. With a warm smile, Dwayne extended his hand towards me, offering his help to climb onto the back seat of his sleek, black motorcycle. I settled in, wrapping my hands around his naked waist. As soon as everyone had found their comfortable spots, Dwayne double-checked to ensure that I was securely positioned on his bike, ensuring I had a good grip and was seated correctly. Satisfied that everything was in place, we revved the engine and rode off into the night, the sound of the motor fading into the distance as we ventured into the darkness.

The four males deviated from their usual routine of visiting the Boardwalk and instead opted to drive to a quaint restaurant in the heart of the main square. Upon arrival, Paul gallantly assisted me as I dismounted from the back of the motorcycle. Their striking motorcycles stood out amidst the sea of sedans and practical vehicles. As Paul guided me down, his touch lingered on my sides for a few moments longer than necessary. Marko, displaying his assertiveness, swiftly took my hand and led me into the establishment.

The hostess greeted us warmly as we entered the restaurant and led us to our table. I couldn't help but notice the hostess didn’t bat an eye at the peculiar way the men were dressed, which was entirely unexpected for the setting. I sat between Paul and Marko, with David and Dwayne sitting directly across from me. The arrangement sparked my curiosity, and I couldn't help but wonder what the evening had in store. I gazed down at the menu, feeling a rush of warmth as Marko silently gestured towards the section offering healthier choices. A radiant smile lit my face as I looked at the four men seated with me. Their considerate actions were a welcome change, as they made sure not to pressure me into eating more than I was comfortable with. Dwayne's playful wink conveyed understanding, but it was clear that all four were attuned to my emotions, particularly David.

As I carefully scanned the menu, considering each option, I finally settled on a refreshing salad with a crisp glass of water. In contrast, the four gentlemen at the table opted for hearty entrees and indulgent sides, such as baked potatoes generously adorned with extra sour cream. The atmosphere during dinner was surprisingly tranquil, contrasting my usual experiences over the past five years. As the waitress approached our table with the substantial plates of food, I couldn't help but feel a surge of apprehension. However, Marko and Paul reached out with comforting gestures, offering gentle touches to soothe my nerves.

As I sat at the table, none of the four men I was dining with uttered a word as I absentmindedly pushed my food from side to side on my plate. The ravioli Marko had ordered emitted a tantalizing aroma that filled the air, making my stomach rumble in anticipation. Despite my mouth watering at the thought of digging in, I continued playing with my food. After we all finished our meals, David graciously settled the bill.

As the evening drew close, we found ourselves standing outside the restaurant. The streetlights glow warmly on the bustling sidewalk as David casually lit a cigarette, the ember glowing in the darkness. I fidgeted nervously, my mind racing, uncertain about what would come next. Would they express that they had enjoyed their time, but it was time to part ways? Looking up, I was trapped by David's intense, piercing blue eyes. His gaze felt like it could see through me, sending a shiver down my spine. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, the air seemed to thicken with tension, and I couldn't help but hold his gaze, feeling the weight of unspoken words hanging between us.

Chapter Twenty-One

[ace-t-rex-in-space]

Carmine Headcannons

mostly because I think people are a little harsh on her character, she reminds me a little of Sei from Persona 5, which inspired a few headcannons for Carmine:

As much as Carmine loves her little brother the stress and pressure of being his protector / parental figure after their parents death has caused some resentment. Carmine has definitely has to sacrifice for her brother and while she doesn't regret it per say she does regret missing out on things or sacrificing certain things for Kierian's sake.

Yelling has become a coping mechanism, it's the only way for her to get space when she feels particularly suffocated. It's not a perfect method, but it's the only way Carmine knows to get Kierian to leave her alone.

Their parents died when Carmine was 10 and Kierian was 6, Carmine has more memories of their parents.

Because of this, Carmine had a rougher time during certain holidays, especially ones where it was super clear their parents were missing.

They don't talk about their parents much because Kierian doesn't remember them that much and Carmine doesn't like the reminder that they are gone.

Kierian brought then up once during a fight with Carmine and it was the only time Kierian genuinely made Carmine angry.

Their grandparents sent them to Blueberry academy. This is partially because their grandparents are older and not as well equipped to handle both children.

Teachers often expected Carmine to step in as the paren/Guardian role for Kierian for a lot of minor instances.

Because of all her responsibilities to Kierian, Carmine doesn't have many friends outside of Amarys most others avoid her because of how fiercely she's defended Kierian from bullies.

[gabessquishytum]

🦒 anon here. I wrote something for you and the nice anon that complimented me and said warprize Hob should have pregnant sex. They're right. He deserves it. Cw: pregnancy, lactation, exhibitionism, A/B/O.

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"Is this—better now, my Hob?"

Hob just wails with trembling thighs, a sound that can surely be heard past the closed doors of the throne room. His head hangs low between his shoulders, down to his forearms that lean comfortably on the cushion of Dream's throne. Hob is kneeling in front of it, shoulders slightly more elevated than his hips, so that his lungs won't be hindered in their work by his now massive belly, but low enough that it's still taking the weight off his hips.

Dream is pounding into him from behind, one arm cradled around Hob's precious middle, the other snaking up to fondle and caress his heavy chest. He is still breastfeeding Clara a few times a day, insisting that it's healthier for her if they wait until she weans herself, and adamant about nursing her to sleep. She's still so little, not even two.

It makes his body perfect in Dream's eyes, devotion and love in every firm curve, in every stained garment. Sometimes Hob spills over in public, wincing with the stinging pressure-pang of suddenly released milk, his shirt eagerly soaking up the wetness. Some times he's nearly mad, torn between the discomfort of putting the needs of their children before his own body, and the lust it brings him that they're theirs, his and Dream's, palpable, real because of their love for each other. Those are the days that his wide, flowing trousers are soaked, too.

Dream refuses to be embarrassed about it. Hob is still very much a functioning member of his kingdom, he attends court and meetings and dinners held for delegates and Dream will punish even guests if they so much as whisper about Hob when his first and most important obligations make themselves known at lesser ones.

Today, Hob has bravely sat through two hours of negotiations, and then he hadn't been able to stand it anymore. He'd gotten up, groaning, pressing his fists into the small of his back. Dream had seen that the seat of his trousers had been absolutely drenched, the lovely, thick smell of pregnant and nursing Omega permeating the entire throne room and it had taken Dream two seconds to dismiss the delegates of the neighboring kingdom and close the doors after them himself.

His Hob has been so patient, so brave for enduring to sit for such a long time and Dream intends to take good care of him always, to alleviate as much of his discomfort as he is able to and reward him for the things he can't make better with everything Hob wants.

So here they are, Hob wanton and half out of his mind with pleasure, slick pouring down his thighs all the way onto the floor as Dream fucks him as good as he can to put counterpressure on his pelvic floor and overwrite his pains with pleasure.

"Dream, DrEAM—" Hob shouts, clenching around Dream's cock, a new wave of slick pouring out of him, pushing himself back as much as he can.

The wet, obscene slapping of their thighs and hips as Dream pounds into him faster echoes through the vast room and Dream hopes that their guests have lingered outside and can hear how good he is taking care of his mate and consort. He hopes they can hear every wet sound, every cry and moan.

Hob almost sobs as Dream picks up the pace, his face now resting on the cushion, his body rocking violently with every thrust. Dream does his best to cushion the movement of Hob's stomach with his arm sei as not to hurt him. It's big, far bigger than with his first pregnancy, and far bigger than it should be at seven months.

The royal doctor has told them Hob is very likely to have twins and Dream has been devoted to Hob's comfort ever since. He's also been unable to go without touching Hob for long, mesmerized, awestruck that Hob is giving him such a heavenly gift, that Hob's body should be capable of such wonders.

And so Dream carries the weight of his precious belly for Hob when they fuck, and many more times besides. He caresses it now, up and down as he pleasures Hob, the taut skin shifting with every movement.

Hob's cunt clenches violently around him in a second orgasm and Hob cries out, wanting, still wanting, for Dream to keep going. Dream can't deny him anything. He keeps his rhythm, Hob's rippling around him making it almost impossible not to come himself, but somehow he manages it.

An almost constant sound works itself out of Hob's throat, a long, deep moan, only interrupted by intakes of breath and hitched by every sharp snap of Dream's hips.

"Come on, my precious darling," Dream coos, moving his other hand to tug at Hob's nipples. "You can manage another one. I know you can. You want to. Let go again, for me, my precious jewel."

Hob's entire body shudders and Dream can feel his fingers growing wet, can see drops of milk splashing onto the marble floor. The spasms around Dream's cock grow rhythmic again and Dream keeps up as good as he can.

"Yes! Dream, please, Alpha, oh please—" Hob begins to shout again, the thing he wants, he violently needs, in close reach. His milk is a steady flow now, small puddles on the floor, slick between Dream's hand and Hob's chest. The sweet smell drives Dream crazy, works him into a frenzy. He pulls Hob up by his torso, his back flush against Dream's chest. Hob screams at the sudden pressure from above, the weight of his belly resting on his hips again, spearing him deeper onto Dream, sitting heavy on his pelvis.

He howls through his orgasm, clenching down like a vice, pulling Dream over the edge with him. Groaning low, Dream pumps his seed into Hob with short, deep thrusts, his knot swelling and pressing further into Hob until he sobs.

When their breath has steadied somewhat, Dream pulls the cushion from his throne and lays them onto their side, still joined by his knot, the cushion under Hob's poor hip, Hob's shoulder and head resting on Dream's arm and chest. It's rather uncomfortable, but Dream won't ask Hob to move, not now, and what's a little discomfort of his own when he can alleviate Hob's for a few, precious moments? Nothing. Nothing at all.

"Thank you," Hob sighs, just a little hoarse, and Dream preens a little at that. He did good.

"Any time," Dream assures him with a kiss on his shoulder. "Are you tired? Sleep."

Hob moans, a quiet, content thing, and wiggles a bit to get comfortable. He is asleep in under a minute. Dream pets his hair, his side, his belly, and feels their children kick. Yes, he thinks, he hopes they've heard. If not, he will have Hob in front of them next time, over the table, staining the papers and maps. And then nobody will utter a word about Hob not being good or dedicated enough again.

🦒 anon!! I am yelling and screaming!! This is such lovely tender sexy smut, I'm so obsessed with how Dream is absolutely focused on Hob’s comfort. So. Good. Yes he absolutely should make sure that everyone can hear next time!!

Thanks for this delicious little ficlet. What a delight!!! ❤❤

[tetsunabouquet]

Pertinent to the request I sent earlier; Could you write a scenario where Akashi tells his S/O about his DID and how it came about? And maybe also about the associated negative feelings? I'm sorry that's a bit too specific. xd I'd really like some Akashi angst right now. :'D

It was a calm day and his father had allowed him a free day; that he was using to be with you. He was laying in the garden, his head on your lap as you read his favorite novel out loud to him. He relaxed at hearing your voice. It had became a favorite pasttime of his, to lay back and enjoy you reading to him. He tried to relax, but something was nagging at the back of his mind. His other self. The Emperor inside of him, had a tendency to get restless when he was relaxing. Because the Emperor inside of him hated his free days. It was the antithesis to his existence, to have peace and to have no pressure to do anything. He could relax, most of the time, but sometimes, an irritated grumble from his other self would bubble through his mind and he'd tense up for a moment. Something you noticed. "What's wrong Sei?" You asked softly, closing the book and laid it at the other side of your lap. Knowing better then to lie to you, Akashi sighed. "I don't really know the best way to start." "Take a deep breath, I'll wait for however it takes for you to formulate that answer." You instructed playfully. This, was one of the things he loved best about you. How you could support him and bring a smile to his face with the most beautifully soft expression on your face that showed just how much you loved him. "You remember, my other personality, right?" He asked cautiously. You nodded, stroking his hair. "Is he bothering you?" "Not really, it's just that I feel there's this restless piece in the back of my mind that I'm sure is him. He cannot stand it when I relax." Akashi explained, glad he could talk about it with you. His father was a way different story, but you always listened and would confide any stories of your own regarding the subject in an attempt to make him feel less alone. And you were listening, biting your lip. "I suppose this is the part where I say, why do you think that is?" He took another deep breath, it felt like he had to gather all the energy in his body to answer your question, "It's because of how he was born." "You mean, the reason why you got sick?" You asked, wanting to be absolutely clear. You didn't wanted to be confused by a topic this important. Akashi's feelings mattered deeply to you, and so did his health; in every form. Akashi closed his eyes, not being able to bear the world as he dared to open up for the first time, "It was just after my mother died, you know? My father put me under so much pressure and it was as if I could feel my mind beginning to crack, and split. The Captain duties at Teiko took so much of me too, that when I nearly lost to Murasakibara, he emerged. My mind has created him to protect me against failure, and to always succeed. But he's an Emperor, who always feels like he has to do something. Relaxing like this is something he'd seldomly allow himself to participate in. He cannot handle us just laying about like this." He confessed everything, and it truly felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. "But Sei, that makes total sense. You were pushed to your absolute limit with no remorse, anyone's mind would shatter! Especially someone as vulnerable as a kid. I'm so sorry your dad's such a dick." You said, sincerely angry on his behalf. Akashi let out a small chuckle, feeling grateful he had a wonderful girlfriend who was as understanding as you. "But can I please tell Emperor-tan to let us enjoy our time? If he continues to bother me on our dates, he should better come out right now. I still need to kick his ass for threatening Nana-Chan anyway." You challenged and he grinned weakly in response. "Well, you should know he's not scared of you." "I don't care! He should better bring his A game, because I won't surrender easily! I will not stop until he cowers at my feet and leaves us be." You declared and he laughed softly. Going through grief, trauma and mental illness was a difficult journey and for sure a rollercoaster of emotions but with you that rollercoaster always ended at a positive note. He would thank you for being his rock, until his dying day.

[drchenquill]

Find The Word Tag~

Thank you @the-golden-comet, @willtheweaver and @the-inkwell-variable for the tag!

My words: bet, set, forget, regret, Cloak, hide, shade, shadow, noise, energy, need and time

l'm currently translating it, so I'll look through my story "The Monterosa Mansion"!

Bet

I was back among the chosen ones and I bet everything I had that Sandra was behind it. Because fate likes to lose bets, I stood next to Sandra's chair. She drank from me more often. It still hurt, but like any recurring pain, I had gotten used to it.

Set

The nails of her thumbs grew longer and dug into my cheeks. Blood dripped and slowly ran down my skin. She let go of my face, moving closer until her tongue licked the blood from my cheek. My stomach turned, my hair stood on end, but I didn't even flinch. “Sei veramente buono, piccolo umano,” she said. She stood up, pulled me to my feet and set off.

Forget

I rubbed my stomach, laughing. I had actually forgotten. So much else had happened in the meantime that such a small argument was unimportant to me.

Regret

I was testing something out, something I could have regretted, but curiosity got the better of me. I smiled at him. It was a small, shy smile, but I did it.

Cloak

Hide

“You know the rules. You can hide, you can run, but if one of you dares to play smart and try to escape, I'll tear him to pieces.”

Shade

Shadow

I saw many portraits of Rossella and Enzo together. Most of the time she was sitting elegantly in an armchair with Enzo behind her. She wore a wide dark dress in every single portrait that made her look like a queen.  There were a few of Luigi. But there was not a shadow of a smile in any of them.

Noise

They split us up, each having to scrub a different part of the house. Sometimes they came to check that we were doing it properly. I had to scrub the hallway. I also had to dust every portrait. But I was left alone, so no noises to disturb my throbbing head.

Energy

Did I have to watch what I said now? I had broken the rules yesterday. I was out of the cellar without permission, it didn't matter that I did it to help one of the family. Rules were rules. But when I saw his mischievous grin, those thoughts flew right out the window. He looked much healthier. His eyes sparkled, his hair had its shine back and he seemed full of energy.

Need

"Has he never wanted to drink from you before?" I asked shyly. She bubbled with pride as she said: "Never. I offered once, but he refused." Then she nudged me and said, "Do you know why?" I shook my head. She giggled as her cheeks turned rosy. "Because he loves me as much as I love him. That's why I'm not worried, because I know I'm safe with him. Just because he's a vampire doesn't mean he's an animal." Her tone was slightly accusing. "Doesn't he need blood to survive?" I asked, confused.

Time

We worked all day long, no breaks, no rest. No one said why, no one gave us a hint of an explanation as to what was going on, we just had to slave away. Despite the full kitchen, I was alone all day. I couldn't talk to Robert or see Lily. Isabella was most likely busy with Luigi, and Valerio certainly wouldn't show up in the kitchen. For the first time in my eighteen years, I felt lonely and I didn't like that feeling at all.

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Tagging with no pressure @paeliae-occasionally , @leahnardo-da-veggie @frostedlemonwriter , @finickyfelix , @inseasofgreen ,

@gabeorelse and open tag~

Your words are: Fast, room, clean, meet